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“Mars. I believe you’ve heard of me.”

The man’s answer was succinct, his face locked in a stoic manner. 

In absolute honesty, the woman he was attempting to converse with impressed him. What impressed him was that she took both the Bear and Bull and brought them to their knees before her and her robots, establishing herself as the sole proprietor of New Vegas as a result. Had he been in her shoes, he would have had to require assistance from the NCR to accomplish the same goals she accomplished single-handedly. 

Though he did not expect her to know it, those that knew Mars knew that he did not immediately consider women of high regard. This was due to his upbringing in the Legion, which often treated women as second class citizens. Mars did not necessarily agree to this notion wholeheartedly, even when he served under Caesar as one of his favored Frumentarii. He came to believe that anybody, man or woman, deserved his respect if they proved it. Upon being exiled from the Legion for a supposed crime of treason and labeled in damnatio memoriae, this belief was further solidified and strengthened. 

Mars had come to Venus at this time wishing to get acquainted with the woman who now held New Vegas in her palm, establishing some sort of rapport and further relations with her.

“Needless to say...from a man who has dedicated their life to slicing the throats of the men I once considered brothers, your castration of the Bull has been something I envied to do since they exiled me. However...your similar actions to the Bear have also cost me easy contracts and easy reasons to be on the hunt.”

Extending one of his hands outward, a small smile flashing across his weary face, he continued.